I hate that moment after dinner, when you think, I know I will sit on the stern and stare at the moonshadow and listen to the bittern boom and all will be well with the world. So you sit on the stern and then you hear the whine in your ear and you slap it before the little blighter bites you. And then your leg itches so you slap that. And then you hear that whine again, but this time it's a drone and you look up and the twilight sky is now black with swarms of mossies. And then you look behind you and the white boat you just lent back on is covered with doofus little black flies which are now stuck due to the evening dew and you've managed to smear them all over you. And then you hear that whine again and you think sod the bittern and go back inside!
I love pretty much everything else...